Learning To Skateboard
Learning To Skateboard
Ready, set, fall
On your face, not your feet
I know it’s not graceful
But you ought to be grateful
Because sometimes, asphalt is all we have to eat
Ready, set, get up
On your board, and skate until your bones break or the sun sets
(Whatever comes first)
I know It’s not nimble
But let it be a symbol
Of how you carry yourself through life
Ready, set, glide
Through the streets, kickflips and cool tricks as you ride
I know now it comes easy
But don’t let that stop you from
Helping someone else who still needs to try
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